• « Everyone
wears metaphorical masks during their lives. We all have different faces we
show to work colleagues, or friends, or family. Sometimes we wear so many
masks, we forget who we are underneath it all, but you have to find the courage
to drop all the bullshit and revel your true self. »

•
« Yes, I love you. But you have no idea how many times I’ve wished I
didn’t. »

• « let’s say people are books. Everyone who
comes into our lives is given a glimpse of a few of our pages. If they like us,
we show them more pages. If we like them, we want them to see the unedited
parts. Some people may make notes in the margins. Leave their marks upon us and
our story. But ultimately, the words that are printed—that represent us as a
person—don’t change without our permission. »

• « There’s only so much you can watch someone
sacrifice before you realize they’re changing who they are for you, and not in
a good way. »

• « Humans are strange creatures. We lie every
day, in a thousand different ways. The most common lie is, ‘I have read the
terms and conditions.’ The second most common lie is, ‘I’m fine. »

• “People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle
and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty
is revealed only if there’s a light from within. »

—With all due respect, you’ve been sitting down since I
met you. I haven’t even seen your ass.”

• “Internal thoughts are
internal for a reason, Carter.”

• “I love you. I’ll never
leave you,” I whisper, praying the latter will soon be a lie.”

• “I do what I’m able to
do, Carter. I can’t afford to worry about the what if’s.”

• “Worries flow from her
lips like the random words that flow her fingertips. I reach out and try to
catch them, clenching them in my fists, wanting nothing more than to catch them
all.”

• “I read once that the
difference between an extrovert and an introvert isn’t how you act in a group
setting. It’s whether or not those group settings give you fuel or drain you.
An introvert can outwardly appear to others to be an extrovert, and vise versa.
But it all comes down to how those interactions influence you internally. I am
definitely an introvert, because people drain me. And now I need silence to
refuel.”

• “He unclenched his fists
and dropped her worries, unable to catch them for her. But she picked them back
up and dusted them off. She want to be able to hold them herself now.”

• “She knew exactly how
cruel the world was and that’s why she kept her distance from everyone.”

• “You hold a fucking door
open for a girl, she automatically thinks you’re a gentlemen. She thinks you’re
the type of guy who would treat his mother like a queen. Girls see guys with
manners and think there’s ne way they could be dangerous. I held every fucking
door open for Sloan that I could find. I even held an umbrella for her once.”

• “Most people are
transparent, but he’s like a muddy fucking river.”

• “If I had to compare her
to drug, Sloan would be heroin. Heroin is nice. Heroin makes you mellow. As
long as you have it in good supply, heroin would be something you could happily
inject every day for the rest of your life. Maybe it’s weird to compare people
to grugs, but when drugs are all you know, it’s normal.”

• “Looks have shit-all to
do with love. Love isn’t found in the attraction you have to someone. Love
isn’t found in the laughter you share. Love isn’t even found in all the things
you have in common. Love is not, in any way, shape or from, defined by nor
found in the abundance of bliss it brings two people.”

• “Love,” Carter says, his
voice a little more slurred and a little bit louder. “Love is not found. Love
finds.”

• Love finds you in the
forgiveness at the tail end of a fight. Love finds you in the empathy you feel
for someone else. Love finds you in the embrace that follows a tragedy. Love
finds you in the celebration after the conquering of an illness. Love finds you
in the devastation after the surrender to an illness.”

• “May love find you in
every tragedy you face.”

• “Love finds you in the
tragedies.”

• “It’s tragic. And that’s
where the love finds you… in the tragedies.”

• “My mouth finds her
again and I kiss her the way she deserve to be kissed. With conviction. With
respect. With deeling.

• “ — I shouldn’t have
lied to you about brother’s benefict. Sometimes I think I could treat you
better than I do.

—Then why don’t you ?

—I don’t know how.”

•• “I wonder how it would feel to
have someone say those words to me. I love you ! No one has ever said that to
me.”